Sorry this took so long, but my computer was having issues, and then I was suddenly overcome with the "I-Don't-Want-To-Write-This-For-Some-Crap-Reason" disease, also known as IDWTWTFSCR. It's a very serious disease, but I think I am recovering.

York turned to Carolina, who was blushing slightly. He chuckled and sat down, rubbing his face. "Those bastards."

She frowned. "I think they are, possibly, the most annoying people I have ever met." She laughed, and sat down too. She waited a moment, and then: "You really wanted to kiss me?"

York frowned a little. "Yeah. I did."

Carolina frowned as well. "Why?"

He looked concerned. "Why wouldn't I? You're - you're perfect."

She chuckled. "I'm not perfect."

He looked a little angry, but it wasn't directed at her. "Yes, you are. You are everything you should be and more. You're wonderful to look at, to be around. Even if you never, ever loved me back, it would be my pleasure to love you from afar because you're just so perfect."

She seemed shocked. "York..."

He halted. "I - I just - I just think you're beautiful."

Carolina moved closer to him, not saying anything. She looked down at her hands, as he looked at her face quietly and calmly. Then, her eyes flicked up and met his, before she closed the gap and pressed her lips to his.

He was shocked for only a moment, confused, and then moved his hand so that it was on the back of her neck and pressed closer. York, she duly noted, was an absolutely fucking fantastic kisser, though she would never admit it.

They kissed for a long while, but it was quiet and loving. They drew in every inch of each other, feeling tingling in their lips and their souls and fingers that ran up and down each other's arms and backs.

It only stopped when they heard raucous cheering and high-pitched screams outside, which is when they finally stopped. Both of them looked towards the door, confused, before the lights turned back on and all of the group came in screeching.

North was hugging Maine's arm. "My ship! It is canon!"

Wyoming was twirling his mustache more, also squealing.

Wash and South had their arms linked and were jumping up and down, all professionality having disappeared completely. Both of them were screaming at the top of their lungs.

Maine was smiling widely.

Tex was smiling too, even nobody could see it.

York and Carolina's faces were both very red. Carolina was the first to speak. "Um, why are you screaming?"

Wyoming answered, "Why, my dear girl, it's because you kissed our lad York here!"

York looked very, very disturbed. "How do you know that we kissed?"

"Because we had a video camera filming what was going on inside the room, of course. We watched everything."

Both Carolina and York looked very, very, very, very disturbed by this fact.

By North's head, Theta popped up. "North?" He said timidly. "I don't get it. What's everybody so excited about?"

North seemed amused. "You'll learn someday, kiddo. But let's just say Carolina and York are very, very happy right now."

Fireworks exploded behind Theta's head. "Okay! See you later!" Theta yelled, and then promptly disappeared. Wash giggled.

A little while later, all rules had completely dissolved. People were randomly truth or daring others and getting no follow-up, and Tex in particular was really frustrated. Finally, she groaned, and looked to North. "Somebody dare him! He's been getting away with fucking everything and I can't take it. That motherfucker hasn't done a single truth or dare yet."

Everyone turned to North, who looked alarmed, to say the least. Especially since an evil smile was growing on his sister's face.

"North?" She asked, very deviously.

"Yes?" There was an almost indetectable quiver in his voice.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth. I can handle any truth." North said calmly.

South's smirk almost doubled in size. "Tell them about the Internet Incident."

North's eyes widened, and he backtracked. "No, no, no, I said dare. I can handle any dare."

Within a second, North's own voice was repeated back to him. "Truth. I can handle any truth." North blinked. "The fu...dge -" Seeing Theta pop up behind him, he rapidly changed his words - "Where did that even come from?"

Wash raised his hand, and then tapped the side of his helmet. "I've been recording everything with my helmet. There's no way in hell I could ever let you guys forget any stupid thing you say or do." North huffed.

"Fine. F...lipping fine. I'll tell you the story of how my fifteen-year-old heart got broken into tiny little pieces, and then, um, pooped on mercilessly." He spared a glance at Theta, who seemed oblivious to North's abrupt saves. "Here begins the story of... the Internet Incident."